Who: Larabo What: Birthday shenanigans Where: Indonesia When: 2/14 Rating: High Status: Complete
Bo just couldn’t get over how beautiful the view from their villa was. She’d snapped some pictures, but she had a feeling the pictures wouldn’t do it justice. Bali was very beautiful, and she did like exploring it with her wife. And it was also good to see Lara enjoy herself like this. Seeing her be excited over discovering new places she hadn’t been to before made her heart melt, and she was happy that Lara was happy.
For the time being, Bo sat on the swing and started to swing. It was a little nerve-wracking that it swung over a waterfall, but she could handle it. So long as she didn’t fall off, of course.
Lara paused in the doorway, watching Bo on the swing and smiling at her as she did so. She still remembered her promise earlier, her heart racing at the thought of it. Could she pull that off? She certainly wanted to try, and it would be more more exciting than the hammock. “Try not to fall off, I’ve got plans for you.”
She glanced back over her shoulder at Lara as she swung. “But what if I want you to try to catch me?” Bo knew better than to do that, she would play it safe. “Unless you catching me is part of your plans for me?”
“Oh, I have other plans for us, if I can figure out the logistics,” Lara said. Arms folded and leaning against the doorframe, she watched Bo on the swing. “It really depends on just how daring you’re feeling.”
If Bo were more agile, or at least talented in the art of the trapeze or something, she would’ve flipped herself around in the swing so she could face her wife. As it was, she’d undoubtedly end up breaking something in her body if she tried, so she let the swing come to its gradual stop before she attempted to turn around and face her wife.
“I think you know by now that I can be a daredevil. Especially when it involves you.”
Lara pushed off from the frame and slowly walked towards her wife and the swing. When she arrived, she pulled Bo’s legs around her waist and settled her hip in there. Sliding her hands up Bo’s sides, Lara asked. “You really think you can be a daredevil?”
Bo’s on switch was effectively hit the instant Lara pulled her legs around her waist. She shivered lightly at the feel of Lara’s hands along her sides. Bo slid her arms around Lara’s neck, gazing into her eyes. “Yes. I wouldn’t be in a swing over a waterfall if I wasn’t a daredevil.”
“Remember what I said yesterday?” Lara asked, rocking her hips into Bo. “While we were discussing certain kinds of rituals.”
Lazily, she threaded her arms around Bo’s shoulders, seemingly content to just tease her and not follow up.
She groaned a bit, rocking her hips back against Lara’s instinctively. She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, I remember,” she responded, slipping her hands down to Lara’s back, pulling her closer.
“Are you feeling adventurous enough?” Lara continued, her hands starting to wander up and down Bo’s body. But she continued to tease her. “Or maybe I can go get a book for the hammock. I’ve really been wanting to read some historical fiction lately.”
To emphasize her point, she leaned back just a little, despite being pulled closer.
Two could play at that game, Bo thought, loving the feel of Lara’s hands on her. She trailed a hand up and brushed her fingers against the back of Lara’s neck and leaned in close as if she was going to kiss her, but she stopped short of that. “I’m definitely feeling adventurous,” she stated in low and sexy tone.
“Very good,” Lara breathed. She leaned in too, but turned her head and trailed her lips along Bo’s jaw, to her ear, and ordered. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say so.”
She shivered at the lips on her jaw and ear. At Lara’s words, she couldn’t help but feel anticipation at what her wife was planning to do with her. Bo closed her eyes. “Alright, they’re closed,” she responded.
“Good.” Slowly, Lara started to strip her wife, starting with her jeans, all but ripping them and any underwear off in a single, strong motion. Then she ran her hands up her thighs, to her shirt, and pulled that off too, before stepping away and rustling around for a few moments.
When she stepped back, she was clearly nude, the skin of her hips brushing against the insides of Bo’s legs. She playfully groped Bo’s breasts, then dug her fingers into Bo’s waist and pulled her and the swing closer, until a hard rubber tip brushed against Bo’s core. “Now you can open your eyes.”
Bo groaned a bit as Lara stripped her. It was difficult to be patient as she listened to the rustling around after Lara stepped back from her. She moaned when Lara groped her, then shuddered a bit as she felt the rubber tip brush against her. She opened her eyes, and immediately looked down, her eyes turning blue as she looked back up at her wife.
“I like where you’re mind is going,” she said.
“I’d hoped so.” Lara grinned at her, blushing despite her boldness. Slowly, she ran her hands along Bo’s stomach, then trailed one between her legs, stroking and caressing and teasing. If she was honest with herself, she’d been day dreaming about this since she’d had the idea. Her voice hitched as pressure from the toy pushed back against sensitive spots on her. “You’re such a bad influence on me.”
She could already imagine Bo’s face and the sound of her voice and they’d barely started.
Bo rather loved how Lara was both bold and yet blushing at the same time. She slid her hands up Lara’s arms and over her shoulders before slipping around her neck and pulling her closer. She moaned, her body responding to Lara touching her. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, then she smiled, eyes still very blue as she gazed at her wife with unbridled lust and desire. “I love being a bad influence on you.”
“Shit,” Lara breathed, leaning her head in until their mouths were almost touching. “You’re already ready.”
Which, she supposed, was a good thing. Lara usually preferred a great deal of foreplay, but she felt like she was burning up and wanted to take Bo quickly and energetically as a little bit of revenge for dragging her off and making her like her birthday. Her hands slid around and gripped Bo’s hips before she rocked her own, thrusting into Bo.
If this was considered revenge for dragging Lara off to a far corner of the world and making her like her birthday? Bo would more than happily suffer it. Her heart started beating faster as Lara’s mouth leaned closer to her own. She was going to say something in response to Lara, but instead a loud moan came out and she tilted her head back as Lara thrusted into her. She pressed her fingers into Lara’s back, hips rocking against Lara’s.
“Oh shit,” she groaned out.
“Oh good, I’m not doing my job if you’re coherent.” Lara’s own voice was thick and rough, her arousal heightened by the warmth of Bo’s skin and tightness of her arms and legs around her. The toy pushed into her own body a little bit as she pushed it into Bo until their pelvises were flushed together. With a groan, she pulled out, and then began a slow rhythm, using the swing to help move Bo.
Bo locked her legs around Lara, giving her some added stability. It was odd to not be on a solid surface, but it was also exhilarating and added to her arousal. A shudder ran through her as the toy pushed into her and she moaned. She clung to Lara, loving the feel of her skin, and moaning as she moved her hips in rhythm with Lara’s. Bo definitely wasn’t coherent and she tilted her head back as pleasure shot through her.
Lara drank in the sight of Bo, rolling her hips a few times and increasing her tempo with every other thrust. With one hand, she stroked Bo’s stomach and chest, the other keeping a tight, bruising grip on her hip. Every thrust sent a jolt through her own body and she gasped, “Shit, the reviews weren’t kidding...This feels so good, love.”
Because of course Lara Croft checked the reviews first.
Well, Bo managed not to laugh at Lara’s comment about the reviews of the toy. But it also didn’t surprise her. Lara Croft always did her research, and Bo loved that about her. She let out a loud moan, back arching, pressing into Lara’s touch and rocking her hips back against her. Her fingers pressed into her wife’s back.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she grunted out between moans. She wanted to do this all day, but her orgasm was already building within her.
That was maybe the best part of this. Watching Bo come undone, watching how easy it was. Bo’s stamina was frankly legendary and/or goddess-like, so to have her so close already was like a salve to Lara’s pride -- and something that was making sure she’d follow.
Lara leaned her head in, kissing Bo deeply, moving her hips like pistons and using the natural arc of the swing to make each thrust and stroke as deep as possible and angled as perfectly as she could get it. And the friction against her own clit and the pressure building inside her…
It would be an irony if she came before Bo doing this. A very possible irony.
She kissed Lara back just as deeply, moaning into the kiss. The swing certainly had quite the addition to the experience, and she pressed her nails into Lara’s back, enough to leave some marks, but not enough to break skin. God she loved how Lara made her come undone like this. She really tried to hold out for longer, but the way Lara was thrusting into her, combined with the added element of the swing and the feel of her wife’s body against hers was nearly too much.
She cried out Lara’s name as her orgasm hit her. “Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly.
Any harder, Lara worried she’d fuck Bo right off the cliff, but maybe that was part of the excitement, and so she didn’t stop. Lara moved faster, harder and needier, her throat growing sore as she couldn’t stop her own moans and cries and when Bo came, Lara lost it to. Her legs nearly gave out as she ground into her wife, holding her close, bodies pressed together with not a centimeter of air between them.
And she sagged against Bo with a low, drawn out moan, the swing moving back and forth from inertia, carrying them both as Lara could no longer support herself without Bo and the swing.
Part of the reason Bo was clinging to Lara so tightly was so that she didn’t get fucked off the cliff. She held onto Lara tighter as she sagged against her. Bo tried to catch her breath, but she pressed some kisses to Lara’s shoulder. “Holy shit,” she mumbled against her wife’s shoulder.
“Holy shit,” Lara echoed, before she started to giggle. Her nose nuzzled at Bo’s neck, and she kissed there a few times before she managed to lift her head enough to meet her eyes. She was far too tired and pleasantly sore to be embarrassed about this.
Besides, she was kind of proud of herself. Wriggling her hips, she asked, “Does that meet your rigid approval?”
Clearly Bo was rubbing off on Lara in all the right ways. She couldn’t help but to echo Lara’s giggle, running a hand along her wife’s back. She gazed back into her eyes, groaning when Lara wriggled her hips. “Yes, it does. Though it had some stiff competition,” she responded, wriggling her own hips in return, knowing it would send a jolt of pleasure through Lara.
“Mine wasn’t intended.” Lara rolled her eyes and groaned. “Oh, I’ll have to get you for that one. Later…”
Right now she didn’t really want to move, though she did pull out before it got too uncomfortable for Bo. “But god, I love you.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she responded with a chuckle. After Lara pulled the toy out of her, she loosened her hold of her wife but kept her tight against her. “I love you, too.” She then leaned in and kissed her, reinforcing that statement.